Blood and Air |The Sequel| {Bakugo X FemOC}

Need to Rest*

3* smut  in this chapter. Will let you know where it starts

"You okay, Mira?" I angle my head, lounging in a chair in the main lounge, legs curled up underneath me as I typed with a frown on my iPad. Dinner was ongoing, with the majority of my classmates eating right now.

I couldn't find it within me to eat more than a light salad, too much on my mind. Then seeing Lyria sit next to Shoto and he not react put more even thoughts into my head. So I excluded myself to a corner and was in an epic message battle with Yuuko.

Now Kyoka was sitting on a chair close to me, asking with with a bit of worry in her eyes. She had a cup of tea in her hands, the smell peppermint.

I sighed, waving at the piece of technology on my lap. "Yuuko and I are arguing about how long I need to be at the charity event and what meetings I'll have to join on Sunday."

She shook her head. "I don't know how you are able to keep moving after all the shit that's happened to you in the span of moments."

I looked up from my iPad screen and over to Kyoka. She stared down at her tea, contemplating, a light furrow to her brows.  My heart felt heavy, but she was right.

I got attacked, brutally killed someone, had a mental breakdown, got put into a coma, woke up to find out I have a twin, attacked Katsuki thinking he was a clone, got told the truth behind my situation and shit, got impaled, and reunited with someone I used to protect from bullies because he also is involved with the same fucking people as me.

Yet here I am, moving on with life like normal, trying to work out a business schedule for this weekend.

If I was someone watching this all happen to someone else, see them move on, I would declare them downright insane.

Makes sense.

"I don't know," I finally reply, Kyoka's plum eyes looking up at me. A soft smile crossed my lips and I shrugged. "I guess revenge and a promise of a future is pretty motivating?"

Kyoka snorted at my bland reason before moving on. "But like, you found out, not even a week ago, that you got a twin sister!" I winced.

I still have not told her, nor do I really plan to, about everything that went down. It is a burden, but one I will gladly carry if it can keep her and everyone I care about safe.

My fingers played with some strands of my hair, thinking. Then I talked.

"She asked me something I still don't have a clear answer on."

Kyoka tilted her head with curiosity. "What is it?"

I blew out a breath, leaning back against the back of the chair. I was half-lying. I was just rephrasing to see how Kyoka would take my actions. "Lyria asked... well, she asked that if I could save people I love, the nation, fuck, even the world, and I could do it in secret without letting anyone I love know about it, would I do it?"

She blew out a breath. "That's a fucking hard question." I nodded in agreement. "I mean, I guess I would." My gaze snapped to Kyoka, but she wasn't looking at me, thinking deeply. "What if bringing everyone I love into the know puts them at even higher risk for death?" I slowly breathed out, my fear being emanated from her lips. "On the flip side, they could provide more help. Or at least not be completely susceptible to a potential attack, if I fail."

I had no response. That was exactly what I was thinking. Would I make everyone bigger targets if they know the truth? Because I know that Osaka and them hate people learning about them - and if they get a whiff that more people than I or Lyria, or Takami, know... I don't want to see what might happen.